Hearing the clippity clop of feet bursting through the living room and a flash of yellow running past my eye, Belle was here.
After watching Beauty and the Beast for the first time, my daughter Holly, then just under two, was instantly hooked.
And after that moment she’d make up her own little dances wearing princess dresses, singing popular Disney songs around the house – something me and my fiancé Chris, now 37, would love watching over and over.
From just eight months old Holly had always been very vocal, copying animal noises and saying ‘oh hot’ whenever anybody walked through the room with a tea – if anything, she was a very easy baby.
Only, after coming home from my morning shift as a nurse in June 2016, with my sister Jodie looking after Holly, it was clear she hadn’t been her usual cheery self.
‘She’s been really whiny this morning,’ Jodie said, letting me know how upset Holly had been.
That’s unlike her, I thought.
So, comforting Holly that afternoon, I changed her nappy, trying to settle her by putting Ben and Holly’s Little on the TV.
